save me from all sinister glares-
something that always hears
that mocks, tantalizes, pans only
the simplicity ornate, embodied involuntarily
along with the feats, heyday heavily pregnant with sophistry and artificiality
they wander this paradox!
save me from this overwrought, perplexing astonishment
save me from all lampoon judgements, criticism, queries
that bleed my soul
and make me what I'm not
save me from the windy contradictions
that seems awaiting like a vast devastation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem